Erin's mother Jayne is passionate about nature and luckily lives in a place that lets her explore the woods and rivers of Michigan. She took us to see a wetland near Hesperia where Sandhill Cranes were grazing. We headed out just before sunset.
There's something wonderfully quiet about the evenings in rural Michigan. Quiet and pregnant with some kind of secret. I don't know...
Much of the ground is soaking wet, as you'd expect in a marsh at springtime.
Finally we found the field where they were all at. They came flying in two, four, eight at a time, landing next to each other in a line.
I felt like a bird hunter, trying to position the zoom lens with the flying birds somewhere in view.
Not all of the photos came out. I think the light was just too low for the birds to come in sharply in most cases, or else I was jiggling the tripod in my excitement.
This was my favorite, and it was just before (arguably after) there was any usable light left.
If I'd had the courage to leap over a wide, water-filled ditch and then gingerly climb some barbed wire, I might have gotten better detail. I can't imagine what kind of lenses professional nature and sports photographers must use, because even with 12x magnification I was still too far away to get any discernible features of the animals. Still, though, I had a good time, and I'm eager to try to get closer next time.
There's something wonderfully quiet about the evenings in rural Michigan. Quiet and pregnant with some kind of secret. I don't know...
Much of the ground is soaking wet, as you'd expect in a marsh at springtime.
Finally we found the field where they were all at. They came flying in two, four, eight at a time, landing next to each other in a line.
I felt like a bird hunter, trying to position the zoom lens with the flying birds somewhere in view.
Not all of the photos came out. I think the light was just too low for the birds to come in sharply in most cases, or else I was jiggling the tripod in my excitement.
This was my favorite, and it was just before (arguably after) there was any usable light left.
If I'd had the courage to leap over a wide, water-filled ditch and then gingerly climb some barbed wire, I might have gotten better detail. I can't imagine what kind of lenses professional nature and sports photographers must use, because even with 12x magnification I was still too far away to get any discernible features of the animals. Still, though, I had a good time, and I'm eager to try to get closer next time.
2 comments:
excellent photographs :-)
Thanks!
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